“So this is it, Vince. So close, yet so far.”
“What are your last words going to be?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, when Black Frost freezes you, what are your last words going to be?
“I don’t know. I’ll probably do some poetry. Something from my 70s period. You?”
“I’ll probably just swear my tits off.”
“That’s a good idea.”
“Howard? I don’t want to die.”
“Hey, come on little man! It’s going to be alright.”
“Is it?”
“Not really. In fact, we’re going to be frozen in the most horrific way possible, but the main thing is that we had good times, yeah? Remember the zoo? Remember the sticklebacks?”
*Stickleback crimp*
“Vince, this is difficult for me, but I feel like I should say this: I love you, Vince. What you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Are you laughing?”
“No!”
“You better not be laughing at me now. I’m telling you I love you, how dare you laugh at me!”
“You’re making me laugh!”
“That is so humiliating.”
“You just caught me off guard!”
“Really?”
“Yeah, it was out of the blue!”
“Well, I’m telling you I love you and you’re laughing at me.”
“Alright, I love you.”
“You don’t love me - you’re only saying it because I said it to you.”
“No, I love you!”
